Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.